Tirac dragged the tip of his sword on the ground as he stalked off to the remaining invaders. One looked like the boss, the other his loyal lackey. Normally, he would take out the boss for and clean up the remaining lackeys at his leisure, but a lackey wielding healing magic, he got priority.

Snow had packed away her tome, a single leather bag on her shoulder held it, along with the single vulnerary she carried with her. She was ready to leave, now the only thing to do was wait until the other two warriors could finish off the boss and his lackey.

Rhyme continued dashing through the area, following the prince. Of course, when she caught up to him easily, she realized she'd be able to outrun the prince no matter what. "My dear Prince, it seems as though I'm going to get to the action before you do," she said to him with a wink before embracing him from behind. "But don't worry; I know you'll be right behind me." She laughed in his ear before giving his cheek a teasing lick. Releasing him, she took out her weapon; it wouldn't be long before the enemies came into view.

Tirac wandered over to the cleric and smiled pleasantly at him. "Hi. I'm Tirac, the royal kid's loyal bodyguard. And this is my friend Iron Sword. Iron Sword, Cleric. Cleric, Iron Sword." His smile widened to a grin. "Now, why don't you get to know each other?" He swung his sword swiftly to cleave into the cleric's body.

Vyn looked back at Rhyme when he felt a hug from behind and a lick on his cheek, he wondered if she'd flirt with anyone she felt like, or if he was getting special treatment because she liked to torment him.

The area seemed to be devoid of living people now. The thief caught a glimpse of fallen soldiers around the place. It seemed like whoever was fighting them was doing a great job. Perhaps she wouldn't even have to get her hands dirty. The thought delighted her as she dashed along. Keeping her eyes on the prince, she kept thinking of her handsome reward. Sure, there would be some hard work to come, but finally, she had an honorable job...and she could steal a bit on the side, though keeping some for herself while trading other things to her new allies in arms. It was sure to get interesting being around the royal family.

She was ready to get on the road, but it seemed that the others seemed to be having trouble dispatching the boss. Being at a disadvantage both level wise, skill wise, and magic type wise, she knew her intervention was not needed. But Tirac would definitely need a Vulnerary. Hopefully he still had one so she wouldn't need to lend him one.

Tirac leapt a couple feet backwards, gulping down some more of his vulnerary as he did. Magic again. Never good news. Why could magic stay on his side of the battle field? No, it had to be the enemies take tossed spells at him. So annoying.

Rhyme was quickly approaching the action. She still wasn't sure what the fighters were facing, but it didn't seem as if there were very many enemies left. It wouldn't take long for her to see who the last one standing was.

Snow sighed as Jane was unable to finish off the boss of the invaders. She might just have to interfere. But not yet, she would wait until Vyn returned with what appeared to be back up. Maybe they could finish off the boss and she wouldn't need to take over.

Ready for round two (technically round one since he didn't attack yet,) Tirac rushed back into the fray. Four dashing leaps brought him close enough and he hit the breaks. He slid to a halt beside the target and immediately slashed out horizontally at the enemy spellcaster. Not even looking to see what damage he dealt, he cringed in anticipation of the counter attack.

Vyn ran out just in time to see one of his bodyguards, the swordsman, running to a cloaked figure and attack him. The swordsman looked already injured and considering that it was a practitioner or dark magic, one successful hit would end his life.

When Vyn ran out of the castle, Jane and their bodyguards had finished everything up. Although Vyn was happy that he didn't have to fight, he was unhappy about meeting and recruiting a thief that has constantly been giving him headaches. Vyn pinched the bridge of his nose again and looked back at Rhyme hoping that she would introduce herself without him having to say anything.

Rhyme noticed the prince running off. She guessed he had other things to take care of since the battle was over. The thief looked around to see who was left behind: a couple of girls and some myrmidon. One of the girls appeared to be a magician of sorts; they were usually pretty wealthy. Besides, she couldn't help but notice how cute the girl was. The thief straightened herself up and approached her as if to greet her, but suddenly dashed around her and grabbed her from behind in a tight embrace.

"Oh ho ho! Look what I captured!" she exclaimed cheerily. "I managed to nab a real cutie this time!" The ecccentric thief rubbed her cheek against the young girl's. "Mind telling me your name, girl? Mine's Rhyme, if you must know." She hoped the other two wouldn't misjudge her intentions; it wasn't as if she was taking the girl hostage or anything.

"My name is Snow Rune. Rhyme... I would prefer if you stay as far away from me as possible."

Snow was quite annoyed at the new woman much older than her grabbing her and taking a hold of her. It may have been affectionate for the thief, but for her it was uncomfortable. She slipped out of the thief's grip and ran to Vyn, hopefully escaping whatever the thief had planned for her next.

Vyn saw Snow running toward him, probably away from Rhyme as well. That girl can really make people feel uncomfortable, not to mention she's been giving Vyn a headache that wouldn't go away since he met her. Vyn sighed at Snow's question and nodded, he wasn't exactly sure what Rhyme did to the young mage but he'd have to try to keep the thief away from her at all times.

"Yes she did. But, fine whatever. You're the leader, hire who you like. Just keep her away from me."

With that the young mage turned from him in a huff, she was very unhappy with the decision. The girl seemed more trouble than she was worth, what with her obsessive side. If she acted that was towards everyone, there was no telling what would happen, though Snow had a good idea of what could.

Vyn sighed and called out to everyone, it was time for them to depart. And their first destination was an outpost that has recently been attacked. One of the few people that Vyn and Jane is close to, the Cleric Radiance, was there during the time.

Arriving at the outpost, Vyn's fears were confirmed, the outpost had fallen and Radiance was either dead or captured. The prince hoped it was the latter, and that Radiance was still at the camp. Nevertheless, they'd have to raid this place first.

Snow was quite fine with the trip to the outpost, she had stuck close to Vyn, and had evaded most attempts for Rhyme to get close to her. As they reached the hideout, she took out her tome, barely used in the previous battle. She knew the mission, it was quite easy to follow. Apparently, the place they were raiding had someone of importance. A Cleric who had taken care of her protectees, which meant rescuing her (Considering she was still alive) was of utmost importance.

Radiance had been captured for quite some time now. Having gone out to look for the young prince and princess, she had been taken captive in the process. And while to most it would seem like all hope was lost, Radiance wasn't worried for herself in the slightest. She yearned to know of the children she had taught and mended, if they were still in this world.

The first thought upon arrival was focused on whether or not there would be any treasure for her to pilfer. By the looks of things, it just seemed as if there were a bunch of bad guys. What was a thief to do? Kill something? She guessed that would work. Choosing a place next to Vyn, she smiled.

"Oh, Prince. Whatever are we to do about so many enemies, hm?" she asked in mock innocence, poking Vyn in the arm. "Are we to stab them? Break their bones? Smash their skulls? Oho! A mixture of the three perhaps?" She stopped her barrage of words only to be replaced with laughter.

"Raiding, raiding," Tirac hummed happily. Oddly, they were about to do to the invaders what the invaders were going to do to them. Not that he was in a position to question the two kids. He was hired hand.